The other night when the big snow storm hit, we decided to pull out this warm and cozy red snow get-up to see if it would fit Bryson yet (it was a gift from granny-goose). As soon as we put the thing on Bryson and stood him up in it, he got the saddest little look on his face and started crying. It was so darn cute that we had to snap a picture of it. He's always been perfectly content the times we've tried it on him before. He was probably just having a bad night. The poor thing.
If you look closely, you can see his two little bottom teeth!